I'm freaking a little. I'm in my room, and Zoe has parked a little spot next to my bed on this small mattress. She made it all cozy and calls it her "cubby." It does look rather cozy, and it's a way to be near me, but not in my bed.
But I'm listening to her and I know she is catching yet another cold. She's all snarfy. She sat up, got a tissue, blew her nose - all while sleeping. I even gave her stuff before bed, but it did nada. And at this point, I know she is contageous or past the point of contageous.
This cycle of getting sick, being sick, slowly recovering is wigging me out. I just want to get to the gym and stay as healthy as possible. But I feel like that task is IMpossible. I've gotten everything that comes in this house. And I don't know how to protect myself, but I'm kind of worn out from it.
I'm going to sleep tomorrow. I took my steroids too late today and I'm up and can't sleep.
What is that saying? Some days you feel like the bug. Some days you feel like the windshield.
Posted by debutaunt at May 7, 2007 02:29 AMi love that saying! that's cute. i hope you don't catch the bug. i can totally picture zoe all camped out. have you ever taken her to a chiropractor? i took my son once to have his glands drained. it was very simple and painless. electroids behind the ears for about 10 minutes...and they spit out whatever drains into their mouth. i know it sounds gross.
Posted by: miah at May 8, 2007 11:21 PM